The room froze as Donovan’s cold voice cut through the chaos. Maya stood rigid, the feel of the gun barrel pressed against her back sending chills down her spine. Zane’s silver eyes darkened with fury as he leveled his weapon at Donovan. “Let her go,” Zane said, his voice low and deadly. Donovan chuckled, his grip on the gun unwavering. “Always so protective, Zane. But this time, you don’t get to play the hero. Step back, or she’s done.” Maya’s hands trembled as she clutched the transmitter. She couldn’t let Donovan win—not now. ---A Calculated Risk“Zane,” Maya said softly, her green eyes locking onto his. “Don’t worry about me.” “Maya,” Zane started, his voice tight, but she cut him off. “We don’t have time for this,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her. “We can’t let him stop us.” Donovan laughed, his tone mocking. “Touching. Truly. But this isn’t a negotiation.” “Neither is this,” Maya said suddenly, slamming her elbow into Donovan’s ribs. --
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